Chapter 68: Drawn by Reputation

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Drawn by Reputation

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The muscular man stood and walked in front of Julian.

"I heard your Primeape is very strong, so I came specially to decide who’s better!"

Decide who was better?

Judging by this person’s aura, he was obviously a martial artist, most likely a Fighting-type specialist.

Julian asked, "Then how many Badges do you have right now?"

The muscular man frowned.

"I don’t plan to challenge the Sinnoh League, so I don’t intend to collect Badges. I only have the Badge from Bitt Gym."

Bitt Gym was the other Fighting-type Gym.

"I challenged Bitt Gym and felt Fighting-type Gyms were nothing special, so I didn’t plan to continue and challenge Veilstone Gym."

"But someone online said Veilstone Gym’s provisional Leader was quite good, especially praising your Primeape. So I hope to have a battle with you and Primeape."

Julian blinked.

Someone online is praising Veilstone Gym?

The main point was that they were praising him?

He seemed to have only held one Gym battle in front of Cassia.

After that, he had been busy participating in the Celebration Cup.

Could it have been one of the Celebration Cup spectators?

Julian nodded.

"Since you’re only here to challenge me and not for a Badge, then let’s change the format."

"You’re also a Fighting-type specialist and martial artist, right?"

The muscular man nodded.

"In order to improve my fighting techniques, I’ve challenged many Fighting dojos, but the Pokémon I met all felt ordinary."

"I hope you don’t disappoint me."

Big talk.

Julian smiled.

"No problem. Then one-on-one?"

The muscular man nodded.

"That works."

Julian said, "I need to say a few things to my Pokémon. Please wait a moment."

"No problem. I’m not in a hurry."

Julian went to the training field, closed the door, and released Primeape.

"Someone came specially to challenge you. But you still have to control your rage slightly. Don’t casually touch your soul."

"You’ll die!"

Every use of Rage Fist was like cutting vegetables on a balloon.

If the balloon burst, Primeape would die.

But without using Rage Fist, there was no way to evolve.

As for how to avoid Rage Fist’s flaw, Julian had asked Annihilape.

Annihilape’s answer was: it depended on fate.

If you were fortunate enough, you would not die.

Julian felt that "fortunate" could be understood as having a sufficiently sturdy soul.

One that would not be forced out of the body by anger.

Julian leaned more towards maintaining foundation training and waiting for Professor Rowan’s research results.

Looking at Julian’s serious expression, Primeape could only suppress the restlessness in his heart and promise not to use that rage power that transcended the physical body.

Julian and Primeape returned to the reception room and brought the muscular man to the battlefield.

Seeing the rocks on the field, the muscular man revealed an admiring expression.

"Compared to flat ground, this kind of field really is more suitable for Fighting-type Pokémon to battle."

"Go, Cacturne!"

Brother, this is not right, is it?

Cacturne.

The evolved form of James’s Cacnea, and the signature Pokémon of May’s effeminate rival Harley.

It seemed to be a Grass- and Dark-type Pokémon, right?

Julian asked doubtfully, "Aren’t you a Fighting-type specialist Trainer?"

The muscular man nodded.

"That’s right. I like uncovering the fighting side of Pokémon, but I don’t limit myself to the types those researchers define."

"As long as a Pokémon is good at fighting and likes fighting, doesn’t that make it a Fighting Pokémon?"

Julian: "..."

Fine.

Darius really had not been wrong. There was something wrong with this person’s head.

Whatever.

Fight.

"Then let’s begin."

"Cacturne, Needle Arm!"

Spikes grew from Cacturne’s arms. It stepped on the rocks and leapt, rapidly closing in on Primeape.

"Brick Break. Take it head-on!"

Their arms collided.

The spikes of Needle Arm still stabbed into Primeape’s body.

Then the muscular man discovered that Primeape’s body was immediately covered by a layer of red airflow.

Primeape pushed Cacturne away violently.

The muscular man blinked.

Is this right, friend?

"Dynamic Punch!"

Primeape chased forward and punched Cacturne.

"Spiky Shield!"

Cacturne held both arms in front of its body, and spikes immediately grew from its arms.

Primeape’s fist struck those arms.

Even more violent power sent Cacturne flying backwards, smashing through a rock.

The spikes stabbed into Primeape’s fist, causing Primeape’s rage to grow even stronger.

The muscular man’s eyes widened.

It was still rising!

As a martial artist, he could better feel the change in Primeape.

What was going on with this Primeape?

Why did both being hit and hitting others cause its rage to rise violently?

In just two moves, Primeape’s strength had already surged several times over.

How was he supposed to fight this?

In truth, the muscular man should feel fortunate, because Cacturne was not strong enough.

Otherwise, its rage would not have risen several times, but more than ten times.

The only way to limit Primeape’s rage was for the opponent to be too weak, so that it could not get angry.

"Cacturne, Drain Punch!"

With spikes on its fist, Cacturne rapidly stepped across the rocks and advanced.

To be fair, Cacturne’s light-body movement was indeed trained very well.

It was fast and agile.

But before absolute power, those things did not matter.

"Dynamic Punch!"

Primeape stood in place and endured Cacturne’s Drain Punch head-on, then drove the bright yellow Dynamic Punch into Cacturne’s body with rising rage.

Cacturne’s eyes widened as it flew backwards, smashing through three rocks before crashing into the fourth and collapsing.

No, seriously.

Why could his Primeape still keep growing stronger?

How many times was that now?

The muscular man recalled Cacturne and fell silent for a moment before saying, "I’ll take Cacturne to increase its strength, then challenge you again."

"Farewell."

"I’ll see you out."

Julian had just seen the muscular man off when another challenger unexpectedly arrived.

"Hello. Are you Julian Veyne?"

Julian paused.

"That’s me. Is something wrong?"

"I came here after hearing your reputation. I hope you can help my Infernape achieve a breakthrough as well."

Infernape?

Came because of his reputation?

Could it be...

Julian frowned.

"Wait. Where did you see that?"

"There was a post on the Trainer forum. It said his Infernape successfully learned Flare Blitz with your help."

So it really was him.

That challenger he had gloriously defeated in front of Cassia.

"Which Badge are you challenging for?"

The challenger said, "The seventh."

"My Pokémon have just accepted another person’s challenge. Since it’s the seventh Badge, you’ll have to come back tomorrow morning."

"They’ve already gone through too many battles today."

The challenger was somewhat disappointed.

"All right. I’ll come over first thing tomorrow."

Julian shook his head.

After tomorrow’s battle, you’ll probably be even more disappointed.

Hopefully, you won’t cry.

Julian arrived at the training field and released all six Pokémon, planning to do a post-match review.

Gallade lowered his head in shame, half-kneeling on the ground.

"Gallade."

He felt deeply sorry that he had failed to win.

Julian stepped forward and directly pulled Gallade into his arms.

"You already did very well."

Gallade’s pupils shrank slightly, and his whole body trembled.

Suddenly, Gallade pushed Julian away.

He did not understand.

Why was his heart beating so powerfully?

Why would Master still treat him so gently after he had lost the battle?

Gallade stared at Julian.

"Gallade? Gallade?"

Julian smiled and explained, "You are my partner, and everyone’s partner. If we lost this time, then we’ll all grow stronger together and win it back. That’s all."

"Everyone, isn’t that right?"

Just like before the battle, Julian extended his hand again.

Hakamo-o was the first to place his claw on it.

"Hakamo!"

Primeape also extended his fist.

"Key, key!"

Croagunk silently extended his palm.

"Croa."

Farfetch’d stretched out his wing.

"Far."

Torchic jumped up and down, wanting to place his claw on top too, but he could not reach at all. He could only stretch out his beak.

Julian could only pick him up and place him on the stack of fists.

"Gallade, only you’re missing."

Gallade slowly stepped forward and placed his palm on top as well.

"Gal... lade..."

At this moment, Gallade truly recognised this team from the bottom of his heart.

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